THE ALPHA’S ADDICTION

Emma tightened her grip on her bag as she caught another wave of students staring at her questioningly. What was it again? She thought. She hadn’t even received those stares on her first day in college. Hell! She didn’t even receive it yesterday.

So, what changed today?

Or could it be because of the beauty potion Maya had convinced her to drink before they had entered Anthony’s car?

No, she didn’t think so. The students were far off. And the effects of the liquid shouldn’t have been that fast to show or work out. It couldn’t have been that strong. She had considered it tasteless and perhaps over hyped even, when she had drank it.

So, why were they looking at her?

She turned to look at Maya who was walking beside her. Her friend seemed lost in thoughts, biting her lips occasionally.

She was tempted to read her mind her again, but changed her mind in the last second. Thoughts were meant to be private. She wouldn’t be encroaching in again, unless it was necessary.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked rather, bouncing as she walked.

“The quiz. I didn’t really read for it.” Maya replied, turning to look at her.

“Me too. Let’s just hope that it wouldn’t be too difficult.” She opined, happy that she hadn’t used her energy to read her friend’s mind. She hadn’t eaten this morning either. The atmosphere had been quite tense. Anthony hadn’t made it easier too. Only Eva had hugged her, before she had bounced off with her male friend to school.

She wanted to ask Maya about the looks, if it was associated with the potion, but she forwent it, not wanting to trouble her friend who was already troubled by the quiz or so she had thought.

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The class was in full swing when Maya and Emma stepped into it. Only that the professor was absent.

Emma noticed the stares again from a group of girls and boys at the back seats.

She bit her lips as she searched out for Ava with her eyes.

When she did, she noticed the same matter. The latter was staring at her, a mixture of emotions drawn in her eyes.

She averted her eyes and walked up to her normal seat with Maya.

“Are you with your history note?” Maya asked, as they settled into their seats.

“No. I forgot it at home.” She replied.

“Oh…” Maya muttered, reclining on her seat.

She was troubled quite alright, but not because of the quiz. No, that couldn’t unsettle her. She was stressed out because of Emma’s scent.

She had noticed the stares and the questioning looks, from the werewolf collection in the college. But even apart from them, she had also observed the looks from the others, whom she was not sure who or what they were.

Sometimes, she wondered if this college was built for just supernaturals. She believed that the number of non humans in this school was over forty five percent.

Emma wasn’t suppose to scent like this. She thought.

She had given her the potion in minute quantity to dull her scent, but it had done the reverse and so much more.

Apart from the fact that she had a touch of Derek’s scent all over her, there was this enticing aura that overshadowed her cousin’s, that was entrancing a whole lot of supernaturals, including herself.

At the moment, she felt like hugging the redhead, and sinking her nose into her hair. The aura was hypnotic and damn sweet.

She could see other male wolves parading outside their class. The ones in the class were bidding time, as to when they would approach her. She wondered if it was the same for the other supernaturals.

This was trouble in captial letters.

She caught Ava’s eyes, and sighed. The latter was just staring at Emma. She could tell that the brunette wanted to leave her seat already and come over to them, perhaps to talk, or perhaps to indulge herself in the intoxicating aroma.

Was this an effect of the potion?

Had it triggered something else in the redhead?

But she was a human? Why would she have this scent dedicated to rare species of werewolves appeared once in a lifetime, and who most times were hybrid and blessed by the goddess? Her mother had told her bedtime stories about them, when she was younger.

Was Emma a hybrid?

Startled by this assumption, she turned her head sharply and stared at the redhead who was scrolling through her phone.

She stilled her nose, as the intoxicating scent was too assaulting on her nose, since she was the closest, and checked her friend out.

She wasn’t a wolf. The distinctive human smell was still present. But she smelt like a wolf now in a way; a very huge troubling way.

Was it because of the sex she had had with her cousin?

Damn Derek! She cussed in her mind.

Her cousin had just complicated issues for them.

“Hello…”

A voice said, dragging her away from her thinking haze.

A guy. A werewolf. But she hadn’t seen him before.

Was he from Derek’s pack?

“Hello…” She heard Emma reply tentatively.

She knew that the redhead could read the emotions in the guy’s grey eyes.

Lust. Pure lust. It was almost tangible.

She could see the redhead tighten her fists in a firm resolve, ready to tell the guy away.

But she knew that it wouldn’t work that way.

Derek should have come to school. She thought. It would be weird for her to stand up against a guy in a room full of humans.

But she knew she had no choice, if it came to that.

She had to protect her cousin’s mate.

“What do you want?” She asked the guy, who recognized her presence then.

“I want her… sorry… I want to talk with her.” He replied, conjuring up a smile which might have been beautiful to her in another occasion.

“Well, you can’t. She is not available for that. We will be having a quiz soon.” She stated, hardening her gaze on the male werewolf.

“Well, you’re not her, or her mouth piece.” The guy said, tuning away from her, to Emma.

“Belle… would you…” He was saying, when Emma cut him off.

“You heard my best friend. I’m not available neither am I interested in your gimmicks. I believe you’re not deaf. Or are you?” She asked, raising her eyebrows a notch higher.

The statement seemed to have set off the werewolf, because in the next second, he held her by the arm, and bent down, such that his nose was almost touching hers.

But even that posture didn’t last long, as Maya, now suddenly up and near him in a second, flung him away from Emma in an instant.

Emma paled. Where the hell did her friend get that strength and speed from?